little old woman and her buggy
with her little food she bought
wobble across the street, barefeet
cold breath in her eye she caught
this is what life has taught

hobble she goes off to the wood
a path shortcut to the neighborhood
where she lives in a tiny wood shack
always seen me but never looked back

today she laid food for the cat
who has no home except for that
little place behind the wall
little old woman and her buggy stall
for carrying a loaf of bread
and I came to her and said
no sense in you walking the cold alone
hop on in, I'll ride you home

in she went, her buggy and sack
drove her to the door of that tiny wood shack
for the first time, a bit thrown off-track
little old woman smiled and looked back